Bricks Quotes

“Air grew heavy, damp, almost solid. I was breathing bricks.”
― Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner

“Few of them were to be trusted within reach of a trowel and a pile of bricks.”
― Wodehouse

“I worked in construction management and I don’t think construction workers are always honoured in the way they deserve. Barring natural disasters, a house or a 50-storey building is going to remain standing until it’s demolished, and that’s irrespective of the quality of craftsmanship. But the aesthetic qualities of good bricks will never be appreciated unless the workmanship is of the highest standard. Whether it’s writing, cooking or bricklaying, quality of workmanship will always be the determining factor as to whether or not the finished product turns out mediocre or really exceptional. The choice of brick - just like the choice of words or spices - may well have a large bearing on the aesthetics of a new build, be it a large housing estate or just an ordinary garden wall but put the trowel in the right hands and poor-quality bricks can be made to look much better than they really are.”
― Karl Wiggins, Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe

“Words are the bricks of our world and they have the power to change it.”
― Enock Maregesi

“I am a hypocrite when it comes to being a conformist. My values and beliefs are part of my foundation of who I am. My frame work as you would say. But my life experiences are the bricks of the walls as I build my life and for that I am not a conformist I am a rebel.”
― Bonnie Zackson Koury

“Vampires? Hags? Harry’s head was swimming. Hagrid, meanwhile, was counting bricks in the wall above the dustbin.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

“A very old wisteria rose snaking over an arbour. Nearby were tiny roses on a wall, mere tufty buttons that smelled of one's childhood in a horse-pace village. Thin bricks were set on edge around a bed of irises, bricks which had been stamped on by Tudor horses, when they had formed the floor of the old stables. Traces of them could be seen also in the path in the churchyard, like the backs of small old books packed in a bookshelf.”
― Adrian Bell, A Countryman’s Summer Notebook